Ripping your flesh like a smouldering knife
Only cheap whores like the ones like you
Your ripped entrails
Are climbing on the ground
Dont care, you cant feel pain

Watching your arm striking down
Watching your arm tearing your flesh

A knot on your throat, which becomes tighter
Trying to shout, but cant hear your voice
Crucifying yourself to enjoy the pain
Dont know why, but rip out the nails.

Watching your arm striking down
Watching your arm tearing your flesh

Bodies in hanging tatters
Wish to become one like them
Getting ready to the final fight
Jump in the flesh-grinder

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